No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 575

Sitting in the car, York replayed the conversation between Claudia and Rae, his well-defined fingers repeatedly rubbing the fabric of his suit trousers.

As the old saying goes, a tree can't stand for a hundred years, and a person's story can't stand a hundred questions. The most logical explanation is usually the right one.

He was now almost certain: Claudia had not been reborn. He had been overthinking it.

Her sudden change of heart about the wedding was likely because her friends had talked her out of it. She already harbored resentment toward his grandfather and father, and was disappointed in him. With a few friends whispering in her ear, she had simply gotten cold feet.

Remembering what Rae had said—'the fastest way to get over an old love is to find a new one'—a wave of anxiety washed over York.

Whether Claudia had fallen for someone else or not, he would not give her up.

That evening, Claudia was treating two out-of-town friends and had booked a booth on the first floor of The Imperial Club.

While waiting for her friends, she ran into Peter.

Claudia instantly remembered how Peter had used her brother to trick her into going to the Ferguson family's private airfield. Peter pretended not to see her and tried to slip away, but Claudia grabbed him by the collar and pushed him down into the seat.

With one knee on the seat, Claudia held Peter in front of her and gave him a few playful smacks. "I finally caught you!"

She didn't hold back. "I can forgive you for tricking me for your best buddy's sake, but you even used my little brother! Don't you have a conscience?"

Peter shielded his head and face. "I was wrong, sis! I swear it won't happen again!"

Only after Peter begged for mercy did Claudia stop.

Peter quickly pulled out his phone, opened the camera, and fixed his hair. "I've told you a million times, you can hit me, but not in the face! And never a man's head!"

Claudia straightened his jacket for him. "Well, you wouldn't let me smack your butt, would you?"

Just then, a 'dashing' middle-aged man walked past them. They both glanced at the man with identical expressions, then looked at each other and began whispering conspiratorially.

A moment later, Claudia waved to her friends from afar. Peter got up and left.

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Not far away, York stood with a dark expression, having watched them for who knows how long. His deep eyes darted back and forth between Claudia and Peter.

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